Famous Blue Raincoat

Famous Blue Raincoat - Sarach

Written by：Leonard Cohen

It's four in the morning the end of December

I'm writing you now just to see if you're better

New York is cold but I like where I'm living

Music on clinton street all through the evening

I hear that you're building your little house

Where the desert

You're living for nothing now

And I hope you're keeping some

Kind of record

Yes and

Jane came by with a lock of your

Hair

She said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear

Did you ever go clear

Last time we saw you you looked so

Much older

Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder

You'd to the station to meet every train

You came home without lili marlene

You treated my woman

To a flake

Of your

Life

And when she came back

She was nobody's wife

Well I see you there with the rose in your

Teeth

Just one more thin' gypsy thief

Well Jane's awake

She sends her regards

And what can I tell you my brother my killer

What can I possibly say

I guess that I miss you I guess I forgive

You

I'm glad you stood in my way

If you ever come by here

For

Jane

Or for

Me

Well your enemy is sleeping

And his woman is free

Yes and thanks

For the trouble you took

From her

Eyes

I thought it was there for good

So I never

Tried

And

Jane came by with a lock of your hair

She said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely el cohen